Turned to Ashes

Don’t poke the bear, give it a liberating squeeze, that’s the American way, under the red bears lead. An emancipating speech, from under southern cotton sheets, who hands out bloody lessons and yells it the streets. Wide green eyes swinging from a tree, reflect fear across a darkened sea. A cross eyed fish will swim against the current, burn away your books then wheres your warrant. Turn to ashes, turn to stone, either way, you know you’ll never go alone.